“You did!” exclaimed Cora.  “I should like to know what!”

“You ought to know.  I flew.  Didn’t you thee me hanging in the air from the tree latht night!  No, of courthe you didn’t.  I had flown down before you got there and I couldn’t fly up again.”

“Tommy, it’s bedtime,” reminded Harriet.

“Yeth.  I’ve got to thay what ith in my mind firtht.  How long have you been here!”

“Since the first of June,” answered Cora impatiently.  “Don’t ask so many questions.”

“How am I going to know thingth if I don’t athk?” demanded Grace.

“What you don’t know won’t hurt you,” interjected Patricia.

“Oh, yeth it will.  You don’t know how it will pain me.  I jutht have to know thingth.  I have to know thomething about everything.”

“And nothing about something,” suggested Cora sarcastically.

“Now, Tommy, don’t you see that the girls do not wish to talk to you?  Don’t intrude,” remonstrated Harriet.

“Thank you,” mocked Cora.  “I am glad you have found your tongue at last.  I had begun to think that you said all you had to say at the Council Fire this evening.”

“No, not all,” answered Harriet significantly.  The two girls gave her a quick, sharp look.

“What do you mean?” questioned Patricia, taking a step nearer.

“I had not intended to say anything about it this evening.  However, as long as you have started the conversation in that direction, I will, but I will say what I have to say to Miss Kidder,” replied Harriet steadily.

Harriet turned to her cot.  From beneath, the blankets she drew out the towel and stepping over handed it to Cora.

“What is this?”

“Your towel, I believe.”

“My towel?  What are you doing with it?” demanded the girl, fixing an angry look upon the calm face of Harriet Burrell.

“It is the towel you bound about my head last night when you helped to kidnap me and take me to the pool where I took my midnight initiation,” answered Harriet, looking the girl straight in the eyes.

She had taken considerable chance in accusing Cora Kidder of complicity in the hazing of the previous night, but the sudden pallor on the face of the girl told Harriet that her shot had gone home.

CHAPTER XIII

THE CAMP GETS A SURPRISE

“Let me thee that towel,” demanded Tommy, rising and stepping over to Cora’s side of the tent.

Miss Kidder quickly thrust the towel in her laundry bag and turned an angry face to Grace.

“Will you please let me alone?” she said trembling with anger.

“Yeth, I think I will,” nodded Tommy, after gazing briefly into the storm-swept face of Cora Kidder.  Harriet motioned to Tommy to go to bed.  Tommy decided that she had gone far enough with her quizzing and that she would do as Harriet suggested.